She quite enjoyed being called 'witch' in bed, but Markus kept that thought firmly to himself with a smirk. He decided to change the subject from the questionable crime that could lead back to them in some indirect fashion. Glancing about, he hailed one of the tailors to come over to him once the fellow was done, all the while saying. "Nothing from you, Master Dwarf. Truth be told I didn't even know you would be in here with one of my crew. Speaking of which..." 

Behind him, Emmaline caught the arm of the tailor and whispered to him exactly what Markus was looking for, so Markus needn't halt his conversation. Rather he just spread his arms to be measured. The Captain continued: "There will be Elves at the Duke's palace. That won't be a problem, aye?" 

"Yes that's...regrettable." Branvaldin remarked diplomatically with a sigh, though in truth Markus had been referring to Sketti in particular. The Slayer's eyes widened, whipping to the merchant as if the other Dawi had stabbed him in the back. Hugrin grumbled and chewed on his pipe, but gave no real opinion other than a general look of distaste. "No doubt there to do business, just as we are. I hear Elgi do like to sail." 

"Blasted pointy ears!" Sketti roared, causing the tailor measuring Markus to jump. 

"You won't provoke them or cause a fight. That's an order." Markus commanded the Slayer, who seemed very close to insubordination when he opened his mouth, before he closed it wisely. Sketti cleared his throat, taking the cloak they has brought him. "Aye Captain..." Though the conversation didn't end there. Markus found out the two Dwarves had known Sketti before he took his oath, citing him as once one of the best engineers in their guild. No Dwarf would stand in the way of another Dwarf and their oath, but they asked him to inspect their current projects and help present their business to the Duke later. Once that was discovered, the three stout folk departed, leaving Markus and Emmaline to their own devices.

Minutes later, Markus stepped out of the back room wearing a newly fashioned coat just shipped in from the Marienburg not a week ago. The brown was so dark and deep in hue, it was nearly black. Gold trim ran along its breadth, with brass buttons along the center. It accentuated his shoulders and added to his rugged good looks, while still being just fancy enough to be granted entry to the party. With his backsword at his hip, he truly pulled off the rakish captain look. 

"What do you think, babe?" He asked her, arms out wide and looking down at himself.